Date: 2024-05-09 01:26 pm (UTC)
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"We did start this conversation with me pointing out that the Admiral wouldn't let me go," Astarion says. He settles back down, one hand tucked behind his head, the other reaching to stroke Aylin as she comes to sprawl across his stomach. "So this has all been a waste of our time, hasn't it?"

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